Salen started to judge the other male heavily as he watched him do some kind of barbaric dance in front of him. He was clueless, completely clueless. It seemed that he thought the rounds of seduction would work on every man, but even Salen wasn't a fool to strip off like that, despite his carnal nature as a Corvo. He sighed once again as he shook his head once more, before they immediately armed themselves again, eventually Salen began to manipulate the light photons around him as he proceeded to conjure up compasses in place.
The raiders would ready their weapons in front of Vassilios as he chuckled further "Nice try... But that pretty boy ass isn't going to work." They appear to charge at Vassilios further. Salen would roll his eyes at the situation, knowing how much of an idiot he was for getting himself in the predicament of violence. Eventually, Salen would approach them with his Compasses floating beside him; he could feel himself levitating through holding them, knowing that he felt their gravitational pull.
He glared further at the raiders, before unleashing a compass and channelling more Ether to make it disperse into a volley of sharp piercing shadow arrows. They would slowly impale any raider within their radius. He juggled the two remaining compasses he had left and threw another at another hoard of bandits, in which they would disperse into another volley of shadow bolts, this time they were blunt in force, enough to cause bludgeoning injuries or even death that so many raiders screamed in agony when they were hit with bone-breaking momentum.
"Wait... It's one of those from the mainland! E-e-entente! Fuck this, I'm out of here!" Salen sighed as he appeared to be the one they feared. After all, they did view the poorer side as heretics. Salen eventually dragged his gaze back to Vassilios and smirked "Are you scared too? Are you just gonna run off?"
The raiders would ready their weapons in front of Vassilios as he chuckled further "Nice try... But that pretty boy ass isn't going to work." They appear to charge at Vassilios further. Salen would roll his eyes at the situation, knowing how much of an idiot he was for getting himself in the predicament of violence. Eventually, Salen would approach them with his Compasses floating beside him; he could feel himself levitating through holding them, knowing that he felt their gravitational pull.
He glared further at the raiders, before unleashing a compass and channelling more Ether to make it disperse into a volley of sharp piercing shadow arrows. They would slowly impale any raider within their radius. He juggled the two remaining compasses he had left and threw another at another hoard of bandits, in which they would disperse into another volley of shadow bolts, this time they were blunt in force, enough to cause bludgeoning injuries or even death that so many raiders screamed in agony when they were hit with bone-breaking momentum.
"Wait... It's one of those from the mainland! E-e-entente! Fuck this, I'm out of here!" Salen sighed as he appeared to be the one they feared. After all, they did view the poorer side as heretics. Salen eventually dragged his gaze back to Vassilios and smirked "Are you scared too? Are you just gonna run off?"
